Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Howard Read

Just a short post for friend whattheheh, who rightly chastises me when I slack off. This a poem from the English Newpaper man Howard Read whom, like so many men and women of letters, took up the cause of the Spanish proletariat as his own.

"A Song for the Spanish Anarchists "

The golden lemon is not made
but grows on a green tree:
A strong man and his crystal eyes
is a man born free.

The oxen pass under the yoke
and the blind are led at will:
But a man born free
has a path of his own
and a house on the hill.

And men are men who till the land
and women are women who weave:
Fity men own the lemon grove
and no man is a slave.

Herbert Read


Blogger durrati said...

all is well what, replys to you on the previous two posts...

3:35 PM  
Anonymous Bakelite Lung said...

Durrati, you got the biggest laugh of the day from me when you said, "God help Amazon, with you two in league against them."

Ain't it the truth!

The whole thread about the batteries, and why John sent them, is hilarious.

3:44 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

funny stuff, , easy to riff off of, I'm a yuckster; as I said in a poem I posted, "I like it low and out over the plate." Please come back to visit...

4:17 PM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

"The oxen pass under the yoke
and the blind are led at will:"
How terribly appropriate today.
I got your messages, and responded, but I'll sum it up quickly. You and Libby offer me a wonderful respite. I may only get on the computer once per day, but you and Libby are my first visit. JC used to be first, but my soul was aching for nourishment, and when the two of you came along, I found a home. I thank you, Sir. When you don't post, I get worried. Not about me, cause I could lose the computer tomorrow and still have my books. Just don't go away without notice, okay? Enough said.

5:58 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

God forbid you should loose your computer: For what reason?
We depend on you also dear!

6:17 PM  
Blogger Sgt Marks-a-lot said...

Mr. D,

That Herbert Read poem rang my bells.

Many thanks.

6:19 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

Marks-O, where ya been?

6:56 PM  
Blogger Sgt Marks-a-lot said...

Mr. D et-al,

Full of regret and sorry. After 8 months of semi-voluntary unemployment I am now fully harnessed up and pulling hard down the row. Most of my intellectual energy for the foreseeable future will be exchanged for chump change and dubious, semi-tax exempt, 401K type debentures.

Hoping to check in from time to time and throw in a penny packet or two.

Sucking on the withering teat of commerce, I remain,

Sgt. Marks-a-lot

9:03 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

Good to know you are still with us Marks-O even at an understandably diminished capacity. Please check in when you are able, we miss you.

10:41 PM  

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